[ The connection snaps, breaking. Bellamy's gaze doesn't waver, watching his lips move through the window. He doesn't try to re-establish the link between their thoughts, but he abandons the books to exit the shop and stand on the sidewalk in front of the man. The Soldier. He's careful about it, moving slowly, trying to smother any part of him that looks like a threat. ]
I'm Bellamy, [ He offers, arms crossed. The urge to ask "are you alright?" presents itself, but it's momentarily shelved. ] I didn't hear your answer. What you said, while I was inside.
[ His mind had felt different, strange. Not that Bellamy has much to compare to. He's felt Lexa and he's felt Sam, and it's a poor sample size to try to draw conclusions from. ]
gathers you up immediately
I'm Bellamy, [ He offers, arms crossed. The urge to ask "are you alright?" presents itself, but it's momentarily shelved. ] I didn't hear your answer. What you said, while I was inside.
[ His mind had felt different, strange. Not that Bellamy has much to compare to. He's felt Lexa and he's felt Sam, and it's a poor sample size to try to draw conclusions from. ]